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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Interview & Giveaway - An Undying Oath by H.K. Savage

An Undying Oath

By H.K. Savage

Published By- Staccato Publishing

Blurb:

Sergeant Justin Shaw returned from the war with what is left
of his unit, though instead of being hailed as heroes, they are being sought as
test subjects. Their last mission behind enemy lines to obtain a WMD ended with
them exposed and on the run. Their goal is not only to destroy the weapon, but
also the program being run by their own government. Justin and his men have
sacrificed everything for their mission. Will it be enough? Samantha James, a
girl whose father disappeared almost twenty years ago unwittingly holds the
key. When her father returns bodies start to fall. Sam doesn't know who to
trust. Both Justin and her father have their own agendas and either one of them
could end up with her dead.

Excerpt:

Carefully, she pushed open the door and
entered her apartment. The

growling ball of fur in her grasp was
having no part of it. Clawing at

her with his sharp back claws, Bill took
a few chunks out of her

forearms as he finally leapt free of her,
racing down the hall and out

of sight. Sam didn’t give chase or even
turn her head to see where he

went. He wouldn’t go far, he never did on
the rare occasion he got

out. In a few minutes he would be beating
at the door with his soft,

declawed front paws. Her focus was on
what had incited such panic in

her even keel pet. Why was Bill so scared
to go inside? He liked Paul.

Even more unsettling was the feeling
crawling down her spine.

Something was very wrong. She could feel
it.

There was no sound or movement coming
from inside. When Paul was over

he always had the television turned on a
game whether it was football,

basketball, soccer, whatever. He always
had to have background noise.

Unlike Sam, he liked noise.

“Paul?” Sam realized she was crouching. Telling
herself she was being

ridiculous, she forced herself to stand
up, pushing the door open and

peering inside. There was no answer.
Maybe he was tired and had nodded

off she told herself. It did nothing for
the now painful gooseflesh

covering her body. “Paul?” she called his
name again, whispering it

this time. He wasn’t in the living room
or kitchen. She pushed a

cabinet door closed with the back of one
hand as she walked past. He

had to have been here, she never left
drawers or cabinets open.

Glancing around, she noticed a piece of
mail hanging over the edge of

her sorter. What had he been doing in
here, snooping? With

considerably more effort, she forced her
feet toward the bedroom,

stepping over one of Bill’s toys lying in
the middle of the floor.

“Paul?” His name died on her lips as she
walked past the open bathroom

door and froze. Without knowing what she
was doing, Sam drifted inside

HK lives in the frozen hinterlands of the far North. The
long, cold months provide ample opportunity to hunker down with her computer
and create adventures far more enticing than scraping ice and getting
frostbite.

Between books HK reads voraciously. Anything with a good
plot and compelling characters are her broad parameters. One is as likely to
catch her with a copy of Don Quixote as with the latest in Gail Carriger’s
steampunk series.

HK practices martial arts, rides her horse, gardens and
plays with her family every chance she gets. Next winter she intends to brush
up on her Spanish and escape the cold for somewhere more tropical.